Title of Fan Fiction: Summer Camp
Origin: Hey Arnold
Chapter: Six - Hillwood City
Summary: Arnold can't sleep one day while at Summer Camp, and decides to take a small walk. What he doesn't realize is that he'll run into Helga and emotions will run wild. What else can a teenage boy do but go with the flow? The only problem is, he's not the only boy after Helga.
Helga breathed the city's air deeply, letting the familiar sights and sounds and smells fill her as she stepped out of the Packard. Arnold's grandfather, Phil, had agreed to pick the two teenagers up from the camp and bring them back to the city for their mini-vacation and drop the both of them back off their last day. Luckily, Hillwood City was only an hour drive away from the camp. Arnold smiled as he stepped up behind Helga, staring up at the tall red boarding house. He placed a hand on her shoulder and grinned at her.
"Seems like it's been forever since we've been home," he whispered.
Helga grinned at the boy and nodded. "It's only been six weeks, but it's felt like an eternity."
"It's good to have you back, Short Man," Grandpa said, giving the two teenagers a quick glance over. "Even if it is just going to be four days. By the way, Pookie made a huge lunch. Helga, you're more than welcome to join us."
Helga nodded at the older man and bit her lip when Arnold's hand found and linked hers. "I'd love to," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, but the pulsing blood rushing through her veins was not helping matters. All three stood back as Phil opened the door and about ten animals including cats, dogs and Abner the Pig rushed out, nearly taking out a small child on their trike. Helga giggled as Arnold pulled her into the elaborately decorated hallway. Streamers of white, light pink and light blue were hung from the ceiling. A giant ice sculpture of two swans with their necks entwined was standing in the middle of the hallway, no less than five fans around it, keeping it cool so that the ice wouldn't melt in the summer heat. Balloons filled the hallway, rice littered the floor, and a giant banner reading "Happy Engagement Party" hung from the doorway that led to the kitchen. From somewhere upstairs, both Arnold and Helga could hear a jazzy version of the Bride's wedding march being blasted.
Phil rolled his eyes and looked at the two teenagers. "She's been getting worse about remembering certain special occasions. When I told her that the two of you were going to be coming home from camp for the weekend, she insisted on decorating. We had everything set up for your welcoming home this morning, but I guess in the three hours I've been gone, she's changed the whole decor."
Helga stared up at the decorations in both fascination and horror. She wanted to know if there was something that Arnold's grandma knew that she didn't, and more importantly, when she and Arnold broke the news to his family that they were a couple, she didn't want them to assume that they had run off and gotten married. When she looked up at Arnold's expression, she was relieved to find the same mix of fascination and horror masking his features.
"Um, Grandpa," he began, clearing his throat. "Do you have any idea why Grandma chose this particular arrangement?" Helga elbowed him in the ribs gently and he slipped his hand out of hers. Phil shrugged and began to call for his wife as Arnold and Helga stood in the door frame, both staring at each other in confusion. "I had nothing to do with this, Helga," he whispered. "I didn't even let Grandma know we're a couple yet. I have no idea why she has engagement decorations up."
Helga pursed her lips and patted Arnold on the arm. "I believe you. You don't have to worry about that." She sighed lightly and turned toward the wonderful smells wafting in from the kitchen. "Besides, I know your grandma from personal experiences. She's, no offense, crazy."
Arnold chuckled, and slid his arm around Helga's shoulders. "I wholeheartedly agree. She's the one who will put Halloween decorations up for Easter, and Fourth of July decorations up for Thanksgiving. I'm just a bit confused as to why they already had everything decorated for our arrival and then she changed it."
"Oh! You're home!" Gertie called as she tangoed into the hallway, dressed in a very poofy bridesmaid dress and a bride's veil. Her veil traveled the length of the entire hall as she ran up to both Arnold and Helga and in turn, gave them each a tight hug, picking Arnold up a good foot off of the floor, despite the fact he stood nearly two heads above his grandma. When she released him, she stared at Helga for a few seconds, a wide grin plastered on her face. "Come my dear. So little time before the big day, so much to plan." Before Helga could blink, Grandma had grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her upstairs, despite her protests.
Arnold watched in stunned horror as Helga was dragged upstairs by his "frail" old grandma. "Helga," he whispered as the two women rounded a corner and then were gone. He quickly turned to see his Grandpa walking through the kitchen and called out. "Grandpa, where is Grandma taking her?"
Grandpa, who was holding a giant white frosted cake, shrugged and continued walking to put the cake down on the table. "Just let your grandma have some fun, Short Man. It's been a while since we've had someone like Helga in the house, and since she's your girlfriend and all, your grandma just wants her to feel like part of the family."
Arnold flushed dark red and bit his lip. "I never told you she was my girlfriend."
Grandpa smiled as Arnold walked into the kitchen. "It was pretty obvious, Short Man. Your grandma and I know Helga. We've always known Helga, ever since you two were little babies, we've known her. We've watched the two of you grow up together, and we've noticed that you two are quite fond of each other, despite the fact when she was younger, she tormented and teased you to no end. And then, when you wrote us your first week of being a counselor and told us that Helga was there and was being civil, we knew that the two of you would become close friends. And then, when we got a call from you asking for the both of you to be picked up from camp because you were both spending the weekend at home, well, we knew you were at least friends. And Arnold, you couldn't stop staring at her the entire car ride home, and don't think I've missed the secret little hand-holds and things like that."
Arnold stared at his grandfather in shock. "Grandpa, I...I'm kind of nervous."
"Why, Short Man?"
He sighed, and sank into a kitchen chair, rubbing the sides of his head. "Helga's technically been my girlfriend for about a month now, Grandpa, but I've known her my whole life. I know what she's capable of, and I know that she loves me. She's loved me for a while now, and I know that I'm in love with her."
Grandpa raised an eyebrow and sank into a chair next to his grandson. "And?" he asked.
Arnold bit his lip and looked at his grandpa, green eyes meeting green eyes. "Grandpa, would you think I'm crazy for wanting to propose to Helga? Would you approve of it? I know I'm still only nineteen, but I do love her, and the thought of being anywhere away from her for anything more than a couple hours at a time is nearly unbearable."
Grandpa smiled and dug into his pocket for a couple of seconds. "Arnold, if you love the girl, and I know you do, the only right thing is to ask her to marry you. Your grandma and I were the same way. In fact, with the exception of your grandma being absolutely insane, there's little differences between our two generations. You've held out on your feelings much longer than I did with your grandma. I realized them much earlier, but at least you realized them." He held out the hand that was digging in his pocket, and Arnold glanced down, noticing that it was balled up, obviously holding something. "Take it," he whispered, and Arnold held out his hand, palm up. He gasped in shock as Grandpa dropped an small gold ring into his palm. The diamond glistened under the lights of the kitchen. "I proposed to your grandma with this ring when we were still sixteen. She said yes immediately, and by the time we had turned seventeen, we were married. Times may have changed, Arnold, but love is still love, and if you truly love this girl, and she truly loves you, marry her. Don't let her get away."
Arnold felt his eyes well up with tears and threw his arms around his grandpa. "Thank you," he whispered, and pocketed the small ring, just in time for Grandma to appear in the doorway and start belting out the wedding hymn in a booming voice. Both Arnold and Grandpa looked up in surprise as the frail old woman came parading into the kitchen.
"Here comes the bride, all dressed in white," she sang at the top of her lungs. "Bah bum de da dum, de da dum de da!" She turned to look back at the door frame and frowned. "Don't be scared my dear, come on out."
"Don't wanna!" Helga's voice rang clear as a bell and Arnold flinched. She was obviously peeved. Grandma gave her husband and grandson a fleeting look, rushed into the hallway and proceeded to push Helga, who was dressed head to toe in a poofy white wedding dress from what looked like the thirties, complete with veil and wilting bouquet of flowers, back into the kitchen. Helga grunted in annoyance at being pushed and froze when Arnold stood up and hid a smile behind a hand. "She made me," she whispered, and pushed back the veil.
Arnold snickered. "It's definitely not you," he whispered noticing that the the frills and poofs extended around her. "When I picture you in a wedding dress, Helga, it's definitely not that type of dress." He watched as Helga blushed and quickly pulled the veil to cover her face once more.
"Soup's on!" Grandma cried, ringing a large golden bell, snapping the two men out of the snickering trance. Helga yelped when she heard a mass rush of footsteps coming from the upstairs rooms and leapt into Arnold's arms as Ernie, Mr. Hyunn, Suzie and Oskar came running down, nearly trampling her. Arnold chuckled as she gripped his arms tightly and slid his hand onto her waist.
"I'm gonna go let Helga get into something a bit more comfortable to wear," he said, noticing that no one was paying any attention to him. He smiled at her, and led her up to his room, where their suitcases were waiting for them. He blinked in confusion, but assumed that Grandpa had put them up there without him knowing.
"Arnold," Helga began, and he could tell she was seething. "I am going to kill your grandma." She huffed and tried to step into his room, but Arnold quickly grabbed her and lifted her into his arms. He laughed as she squealed. "What are you doing, Football-Head? Put me down!"
"Is it a crime to want a beautiful bride to be carried over the threshold?" he asked and Helga went still in his arms, staring at him in disbelief. "You haven't called me Football-Head in a while, Helga. I was starting to think you loved me or something." He smiled as Helga rolled her eyes and a sappy grin replaced her disbelief. He chuckled and set the girl down on his bed, leaning over her. "Now, then. We need to somehow get you out of this dress and into something a bit more suitable for whatever meal my grandma has cooked up."
Helga smiled and slid her hands over his shoulders, clasping behind his neck. "It zips in the back," she whispered, pressing her mouth to his in a deep kiss. He groaned into the touch and slid his hands behind her back, unzipping the massive dress from her delicate skin. It fell like a feather, and pooled around her waist. Not breaking the kiss, she lifted her hips and he slid the gown around her and to the floor. "Arnold," she breathed as he traced little circles around her stomach, "they're still waiting for us."
He purred in her ear and gently pushed her down so that her head was resting on his pillow. "Let them wait," he whispered huskily, kissing her throat. He smiled to himself as she moaned at the touch. His hand grabbed onto her waist and he purred again, watching as goosebumps rose onto her flesh.
"Helga! Short Man! Are you two coming?" Grandpa's voice rang clear through the house and Arnold groaned.
"Be there in a second, Grandpa," he called back, willing away his excitement. He turned to Helga and frowned. "Guess they really are expecting us, darling," he whispered, his lips mere centimeters above her earlobe. He smiled when she shivered at the affectionate name and softly growled in the back of her throat. "Tonight, we finish this."
Helga smiled as Arnold closed his bedroom door, locking it behind him. It couldn't have been a more perfect night, either. The stars were exceptionally bright for the city, and the full moon was hanging over Arnold's skylight, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Arnold smiled and quickly turned on his stereo to his favorite jazz station, turning the music down so that it wasn't the main focus of the evening. His bedroom was tinted with a wonderful blue hue. Helga gasped as he grabbed her around the middle, pressing his mouth to hers. Her heartbeat was quickening as he walked her backwards to his bed. She muttered his name when he broke the kiss and proceeded to attack her neck instead. The pale pink shirt she was wearing was quickly discarded. "Arnold, slow down," she whispered as he started to work on his own clothing. "Don't forget, this is supposed to be romantic. I'm your girlfriend, not a one-night stand."
Arnold blushed and smiled at the girl under him. "Helga, I'd never consider you a one-night stand. You're too beautiful to make love to just once." He slowly pulled off his shirt and pressed his bare chest into the sheets next to her. "I'm just excited," he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.
"Make love to?" she whispered softly as he began to unclasp her bra, letting her creamy breasts fall from their captive holder.
Arnold smiled. "I'd never fuck you, Helga. That's for people who are lusting after someone. I'm in love with you." He slipped his hands to where his belt still held his pants around his waist and smiled. His hand made its way into the pocket of his jeans, where he felt the ring, cold and longing for someone to wear it. He had decided hours ago that he would propose to Helga after their first night together, but the cold metal was begging to belong to someone. He shook off the thoughts and continued to strip both himself and the girl of their clothes. His bit his lip as his jeans fell to the floor, crumpled and unceremonious. "Helga, stop," he whispered as she began to pry his boxers away from his skin.
She looked up at him, hurt masking her otherwise normal features. "Why?" she asked honestly.
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Close your eyes," he replied, and she obeyed. He slid off of the bed and grabbed the small golden band from the pockets of his jeans, twirling it in his fingers. The diamond caught the rays of the moon and sparkled in the night sky. He climbed back into the bed and grabbed Helga's left hand in his own, nearly shaking from excitement and fear. He held the diamond ring in front of her face and kissed her shoulder blade gently. She smelled like apples, he mentally noted. "Open them," he whispered into her skin. He didn't dare look at her expression but smiled when she choked out a gasp. His eyes traveled up to her own and he noted with rising excitement that she was on the verge of tears. "Marry me," he managed to croak.
"Arnold," Helga breathed as he slid the ring onto her finger. "Yes," she whispered once the ring settled onto her hand. Arnold stared up at the girl in amazement and adoration and kissed her deeply as her tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt him brush them away with his thumbs and gently dug her nails into his shoulder as he pried her legs apart with his knee.
He groaned when the cloth of his boxers met the cloth of her panties and frowned. Resentful of the two barriers, he peeled her panties off her body, leaving the only fabric between them as his own. "I love you," he whispered huskily and dipped his lips back to her ear. "And I want to be inside you." He felt her shiver again and finally discarded his boxers, leaving his length to extend freely. He gently extended a finger into her wet folds and smiled when she gasped in satisfaction, her muscles tensing around the thin digit. After a few seconds of pumping her, he added a second finger, grinning when a low growl escaped her throat.
"Arnold, I swear to God, if you keep teasing me I'll chop something vital off." She looked at him as he laughed softly and moaned when his thumb found her clitoris. "Arnold, please," she begged, running the back of her hand down the side of his face. "Please..." The ministrations stopped and he stared at her in sympathy.
"You'll let me know if I'm hurting you, right?" he asked, removing his fingers from inside of her. He watched her nod, the golden band on her finger glinting as she put her hands above her head. He sighed deeply and positioned himself so that his length was at her opening. It twitched in anticipation and he moaned when he moved a couple of centimeters into her hot moist depths. He heard her gasp softly and immediately stopped. "What's wrong?"
"Big," she mouthed, her eyes clouded over. "Much bigger and thicker than a finger," she whispered, blushing.
She didn't even notice that Arnold had gone bright red from the comment. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, and smiled when she shook her head. He nodded and pressed a little deeper into her depths, feeling the small barrier that proved to him that she truly was a virgin. He bit his lip and kissed her softly. "I've heard it hurts like hell the first time," he whispered.
Her bright blue eyes popped open and she stared at him. She smiled softly and traced his features with a finger. "Arnold, I don't care how much it hurts. I want you inside of me, and I've been prepared for this all day. I know it'll hurt, but damn it all, it won't after a while." She breathed slowly and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. "Besides, I love you with all my heart, and the pain will be minimal compared to how it'll feel if we're ever apart." She sighed slightly as he kissed her throat. "Please, Arnold. Make love to me."
Arnold nodded and pressed himself deeper, feeling the barrier of flesh break and watching as Helga bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He clasped her hand tightly and felt the warm rush of blood from the skin breaking away coat his length. He tried to ignore the warmth around his length and instead focused on Helga's pain, kissing away tears as the rolled down her cheeks. His free hand came up to her chest to try and cause her some pleasure in retaliation to the pain she was feeling in the lower portion of her body. He placed his palm over her heart and gently trailed his fingers over the skin. "Are you okay?" he whispered when her breathing slowed and the tears rushing from her eyes ceased to exist.
"Damn," she replied. "I knew it would hurt, but that was torturous agony." She laughed as Arnold gave her a look that clearly stated he was both hurt and sorry. "Oh, Arnold, I'm kidding. It hurt, but the pain's all gone now. The only thing I'm feeling is you." She smiled deviously and clenched her lower muscles, causing Arnold to moan in pleasure and collapse onto her chest.
He looked down at her and grinned wickedly. "Helga, you devious little cu-" The rest of the swear word was cut off by Helga slamming her lips to his, her long fingers dancing through his hair as they kissed. Arnold groaned into the kiss, pulling his length almost all the way out of her. She broke the kiss and stared up at him, her eyes beseeching him to continue. He wiggled his brows at her and plummeted himself in the hot, soaking folds. Her muscles contracted once more around his length and he groaned. The pleasurable sensation of his release was coming up and fast, but he held it at bay. He wanted her to experience it first. His ministrations became faster and with less time in between. She was panting with desire now, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He was silently glad that his bed was built into the wall, so that it didn't creak with each thrust. He felt her lock her legs behind his back, keeping him pinned inside of her. Her hips bucked with his every thrust and he clambered to his knees, lifting her hips off the bed as he did so. He pummeled her deeply, causing her to do something that she never did back at camp. She squeaked. He bit back a chuckle as her voice, which started out as small pants, raised an octave and she squeaked with every thrust. He pushed himself up on his hands so that he could watch her expressions as he took her, deeper and deeper into eternal bliss. "Helga," he whispered, feeling himself almost about to explode. She had her eyes tightly closed but when he muttered her name, they opened a little. "Please." She must have known what he was thinking and was holding back herself because once the second word left his lips, she pulled him to her, his mouth collapsing on her own to muffle her screaming as she finally released. Arnold, who had been close behind, groaned in pleasure as he rode out his own. It spilled into her depths as her own wetness rushed out and covered his length.
He felt her shudder in his arms, and silently wondered when they had both gotten to a sitting position and when his arms had wrapped around her thin frame. He felt her body collapse in his arms and gently fell with her back into the pillows. She groaned softly when he finally pulled out of her and covered the both of them with his quilt. "Arnold?" she muttered sleepily, snuggling into the crook of his arm.
Her eyes opened slightly and she stared at him with her azure blue orbs. "That was absolutely amazing," she whispered, and her eyes finally closed, and her breathing slowed until she was sound asleep. Arnold chuckled as the girl he adored fell asleep in his arms. He chewed on his bottom lip and leaned deeply into the pillow, which smelled just like apples, and felt his own need for sleep overcome him.
"Amazing," he muttered before falling into a deep slumber.
"You two what!?" Both Gerald and Phoebe cried in unison. Arnold rubbed his temples for what seemed like the hundredth time since he reunited with his best friend and his lover's best friend. Next to him, Helga gave a gutteral growl and collapsed her head into her hands.
"Not so loud," she muttered, eyeing a group of kids who looked like they were in the fourth grade playing catch nearby. "The whole reason we came out here to tell you was so that we wouldn't be overheard." Arnold glanced down at the girl he loved and smiled softly. She usually wasn't one for telling people things, but they had both agreed that they needed to let their best friends know.
Arnold sighed and put a hand on Helga's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "We just thought the two of you would be a little bit more supportive about our relationship, seeing as you are our best friends and all."
Gerald rolled his eyes and placed his hands on the picnic table they were sitting at. "Look, man, I'm all for you and Helga finally getting your feelings in check after nineteen years, but do'ya have to spring all of this news on us all at once. I mean, the last time we saw the two of you, you were at each other's throats, and now you're going at it like rabbits? And to top it all off, you've only been gone a month and a half, and from the way you've described it, you've only been together for about a month and already you're engaged!?"
Phoebe hid a small smile and placed her hand on top of Helga's. "I'll be the Maid of Honor, right Helga?" she said in her small voice, but Gerald quickly caught it.
"Phoebe!" he cried out in exasperation. "They're too young!"
Arnold groaned in aggravation and opened his mouth to speak, but the petite asian girl beat him to it. "Gerald, they are both nineteen years old, and if I'm not mistaken, love is blind when it comes to age, right?" She quickly cut the boy off as he opened his mouth to retaliate. "Jamie-O got married when he was eighteen, right? And look at him now. He's happily married and has a third child on the way."
"Still, one month isn't nearly..."
"One month can seem like an eternity to some people." Helga inwardly grinned at Phoebe's knowledge of her love for Arnold. True, they had only been together for a month, but she had been in love with him for sixteen years, dreaming of the day they would finally consumate their relationship and he would ask her to marry him. She bit back a swoon as the light from the sun caught the golden ring and the diamond reflected in her eyes.
Gerald glared at the two sitting opposite him, but his eyes specifically fell on Helga. "If you hurt him," he threatened, but Phoebe cut him off.
"She won't. I can garuentee it."
Arnold bit his lip at the depths his best friend would go through to protect him, and the knowledge that Phoebe held. "Listen, Gerald, you can try and convince us not to go through with this as much as you want, but it's not going to work. I love Helga, and I'm marrying her. We just got engaged last night, so we haven't even thought about the plans yet," he said, which seemed to calm Gerald down a bit. "We just wanted you two to be the first to know. Well, my grandparents know, but none of the boarders know, and neither of Helga's parents know yet."
Phoebe looked at the blond girl and frowned. "You are going to tell them, right?" Helga slowly nodded and Phoebe's frown disappeared. "Good."
Arnold slid his arm around her shoulders and smiled down at his lover. "Maybe not until after the summer is over. They might take it a little worse than the two of you did, and to be perfectly honest, I'm a bit afraid of Mr. Pataki." He turned his gaze away from Helga at the last sentence and pulled his arm back.
Helga looked up from her crossed arms and rolled her eyes. "He's going to be your father-in-law, Arnold. Besides, you should be more afraid of me."
"Oh, I am," he replied and laughed when the other three gave him a look. His laughter quickly died down and he glanced up at Gerald. "You'll be the Best Man, right?" he asked, hope evident in his voice.
Gerald rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile at his friend. "Of course," he muttered, tapping his thumb with the blond boy. "I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." He chuckled softly and soon the chuckle burst into a loud laugh.
"What's so funny?" Phoebe asked, when the laughter didn't stop.
"Fourth...grade...Rhonda..." Gerald muttered between breaths of laughter. The remaining three looked at each other in confusion before Arnold got the joke and began to laugh uncontrollably with Gerald, who by the time had nearly fallen out of his seat. Phoebe and Helga looked at each other and Phoebe shrugged. "Oragami," Gerald breathed and soon the four of them were laughing harder than they'd ever laughed before.
"Should we tell her?" Phoebe giggled, leaning into Gerald's arm for support.
"One hundred and ten times?"
Helga bit her lip tightly as she leaned into Arnold's chest. "What was it she said exactly?" she breathed, finally calming herself down enough to get the question out.
Arnold chuckled a bit, thinking back to that fateful day. "Something along the lines of 'you're marrying Helga, deal with it' I think." He shrugged as the laughter started to die down. "It's been so long, I can't even remember anymore. All I know is I was terrified at the thought of marrying you back then." He groaned when Helga punched his arm. "I said 'back then'. Now I'm looking forward to it."
Gerald shrugged and draped an arm over Phoebe's shoulders; she was still chuckling softly. "So, no thoughts what-so-ever about the big day?" he questioned, and Phoebe's laughter slowly died.
"Well," Arnold replied, looking over at Helga. "We want you two to be major roles in it as well, hence why we told you first, but as for anything else, no. No ideas." He sighed as Helga intertwined her fingers with his. "We were a little preoccupied last night to discuss much about it."
Gerald flinched slightly and put his hands out to stop Arnold. "Arnold, dude, you're my best friend, but please, no details. The last thing I need in my head is an image of the two of you fucking each other's brains out."
"That's mature," Phoebe commented, slapping Gerald playfully across the hand. He looked down at her and shrugged.
"It's true," he muttered. "I'm happy for the two of you. Really happy. But please, I don't need details about your sex lives. I'm not really into hearing what kinds of faces my best friend makes during climax, nor do I really want to even think about picturing the two of you in that type of situation. The most skin I want to even think about seeing between the two of you includes bathing suits."
Arnold chuckled softly. "Don't worry, Gerald. We'll keep it under wraps."
"So, you haven't even thought about the guest list, or the color scheme, or for that matter the date and location?" Phoebe asked, and Helga silently praised the young asian girl for loving attention to details.
She sighed softly and looked up at Arnold. "Well, no to everything except for the location. It makes sense to have it here in Hillwood, don't you two think? This is where we grew up, and where all our friends and family live. It's an easier commute for all of them, and for us." She smiled and tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear.
Phoebe grinned at the couple and pulled out a small notebook and a pen from her purse. "Well, shall we get to planning then?"